just a short story i thought you all may find funny.
last night i got to bed pretty late, and i had to get up kinda early today.
after breakfast, i pour myself another glass of orange juice and head down the street to the mailbox, one of those community "everyone has a key for their box" contraptions. while walking i'm sipping on my orange juice. i notice my 16 year old neighbor and her friend staring, kind of smiling in my direction. i take another swig of sweet, awakening oj.
on the way back, i think to myself that i must look rather "cool" and "mysterious." sure, they're underage, but girls are still checking me out. self esteem boost!
two or three hours later, in the office, i look down and notice a type of pulpy stain on my shirt. apparently, i spilled it all over myself while i was walking outside.
last night i got to bed pretty late, and i had to get up kinda early today.
after breakfast, i pour myself another glass of orange juice and head down the street to the mailbox, one of those community "everyone has a key for their box" contraptions. while walking i'm sipping on my orange juice. i notice my 16 year old neighbor and her friend staring, kind of smiling in my direction. i take another swig of sweet, awakening oj.
on the way back, i think to myself that i must look rather "cool" and "mysterious." sure, they're underage, but girls are still checking me out. self esteem boost!
two or three hours later, in the office, i look down and notice a type of pulpy stain on my shirt. apparently, i spilled it all over myself while i was walking outside.
